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Saturday, March 03, 2007

People suck.

Yes, it's wonderful that Mike is actually alive and not the victim of a car accident, but it rankles a lot that he was the victim of a joke like this. What kind of people think that spreading rumours about someone's death is funny? Huh? Is that how they get their jollies? Do these people have any lives that they have to go around and disrupt others?

He's the second person I know to have fallen victim to this (Jen being the first) and it doesn't get any more amusing. And the worst thing is, it'll make it a lot harder to believe initially if one of our circle of friends really does pass on. Thanks for cheapening death, wherever you are, you heartless tool.

The James Horner Spot.

The Tell Them Who I Am Spot.

...is a 43-year-old guy who likes listening to film and TV music, whose days of eating entire packets of biscuits are gone thanks to the ol' diabetes, whose hair - thanks to genetics - now has a bald spot on top but who is fortunately 6'2" so it's hard to see, who enjoys the box (particularly American shows - and the often-made British claim that "we only see the best of US TV" is a fallacy as anyone who has cable will testify. I think it's Americans who only see the best of Br... I hate that term, so I refuse to sully this blog with it), who's gotten most of his friends through stories and the net, who loves writing about attractive female celebrities, who slaves at a direct mail company, and who isn't as sorry he grew up in Barbados between 1976 and 1993 as he used to be. Oh, and he doesn't seem any emotionally different from when he was 12. A man really is a child grown up, child is father of the man, and so on...